Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Son of the End of the Rainbow
My son leaves a message on my cell phone.
"Dad, something something Crazy something something Rainbow!"
I can only understand three words in the message, Dad, Crazy and Rainbow. My youngest son must be buying something for my grand daughter. Some kind of rainbow toy. I call my son Michael and he says he didn't call and I forget about the message.
About a week later my oldest son Mark calls and tells me he made the message. This is the first time I have ever made the mistake of thinking Mark was Michael on the phone. Mark has almost no Missouri accent and Michael has a thick Missouri draw to his voice like me.
Mark tells me he drove through the end of a rainbow and his car was full of color like mine was years before. Mark had called me when it was happening to him. Mark told me he didn't believe me till it happened to him.
Unless it happens to you I don't expect you to believe me. Sometimes tall tales are replaced by tall truths.